Tartaros, The Buried King

    "Lonesome lord, you who's nature is unknown and mystery. Oh, Great king of bones and decay your strength is told in tales of the trinity. Lord Tartaros, you who stood with your brother Serazev against your other brother Daemon The Betrayer. Oh, Great One you who fashioned the Underworld with your own hands for the dead and a realm suited for yourself to dwell in. For millennia's you shut yourself in your realm of decay and death to study and refine your power. Serazev in his shining castle in Immortus notice this for sometime. Although he sensed it, he was preoccupied with something. The birth of Drake, your nephew. All the gods celebrated the birth of the prince of the gods. Your brother came to see you in order to tell you the news, but you changed in your isolation. You became enraged and full of hate towards your brother and the gods. Lord Tartaros, you attacked and injured your brother with soul harbinger, your scythe. Serazev fought back and your battle lasted for 10 decades until your defeat. Serazev, The First King threw you into the pit of Nyx. Realizing what he has done, your brother returned home and told his wife about what happen. He asked to be alone for a while. An what did you do in the pit you began to build your decay army of undead. Oh, Great Worm, The First Lich"